![]() Others swooped across the Racks, the beat of their wings counting down to the moment of attack.Īnd yet the Nightwatchers weren’t even the worst part. Some made a kind of mechanical groan, as though trying to lay an egg. They scanned the city of rust each night, probing the darkness in search of their next target. The Nightwatchers-a terrible mix of dead machine and living insect-if insects grew to the size of a man. They called themselves grubs, clinging to their beds like fleas, as though threadbare blankets were any kind of refuge from the mines especially at night, when they came, scuttling across the walls, metal talons digging into the stone.Ĭlickity-click . . . Twenty or so children each shared a Rack, bunk beds that towered up out of the bedrock like rusted nails, standing a hundred deep in every direction. The empty beds a reminder of who once had been and were no more. A few days after that it was Kree Kalamath’s turn, though he didn’t even make it into his bunk before they got him. ![]() And then nothing.Ī week later and it was the same for Dathan Tantus. The other children heard him screaming, heard the flap of wings retreat into the night. They came while he slept, pulled him from his bed, and only fired their weapons when he put up a fight. ![]() ![]() They took him in the middle of the night. ![]() There is a burn mark where Daniel Coldstar used to sleep. ![]()
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